Freewriters

No Fuzzy Peaches At All, a freewrite poem

I sat down to write a poem and a very bad poem came out. I try now a second time, not letting my brain get in the way of the words I hope. I pray that today will be the day I can actually do this: to let words write themselves.

And if a peach in a bowl on the table comes in again (there was a bowl of peaches in the very bad poem) to throw it out the window, bowl and all, so the ground hog which should be shot is happy in my front yard and still unaware of the delights that await him in the back yard

Last year the peaches were a great many this year the peaches are a single one dangling there all by its lonesome.

I hope I pick it at the perfect time, just before it drops and dashes its brains out on the stone wall below ruined

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I have not been able to freewrite for a very long time now, and I sat down determined to do so, at grave risk to my to-do list, and to succeed at allowing the poem, for it was to be a poem from the first, to write itself (forgive all the commas, I am reading Henry James). I remembered how much fun trying to write jibberish in poem form used to be for me, and also how curiously the jibberish turned out to have good bones for a bonafide message. I kinda get this one. Thank you for reading my words from source.

image by my own hand

Comments · 5

@agmoore(76)· 20d
A delight! But so much violence in here :))

Shooting the groundhog. Smashing the brains out of the peach. Oh my, you really were doing a freewrite and it worked wonderfully. No affectation. No artful phrases. Just you. Very spirited and entertaining.

Writing is good for us. It's my best therapy. You should do more :)
@carolkean(69)· 22d
(forgive all the commas, I am reading Henry James)

Oh, I love that! And plucking the lone peach before it dashes its brains out on the stone wall below-- Reminds me of the challenge of picking the cantaloupe before the bugs declare it ripe, in the night (always), and feast on it before you can sample a single bite.

I've been out of commission (what else is new) - after surgery on Monday, I'm still woozy five days later, with only two Tramodol left, and here I thought I'd get away with no narcotics at all. Ha. You, not freewriting. What is blocking your creativity? Buying a second house, maintaining two homes? The coursework, the studies, to practice homeopathy?

Freewriting: just write ANYTHING. Nonstop. Keep the pen and paper in contact with each other. Keep words flowing, no matter now nonsensical the words may be.

Says the woman who never takes her own advice.

We need your haikus and poems and photo updates of the garden!
@deirdyweirdy(72)· 26d
I'm not fond of peaches but I do like your words from source. I can often be found dangling all on my lonesome while writing gibberish to some but poetry to the more discerning.
@riverflows(82)· 26d
Peachy! I love how a random piece of fruit can become something bigger (I think of William's plums in the so cold icebox, always) than it is.
@cliffagreen(68)· 26d
I think this poem rocks. I love the tangible word images that express the frustration of trying to write. I love the narrative(s) of the peaches. I love the free association tangent when you begin the story of last year's peaches, and I think the two-line stanza captures the intake of breathe and restart perfectly. Really cool poem.